These boots...Are not made for this

After taking way too long for my jittery nerves to take, he replied. “We need to get out of here. You won’t last long when he’s in a rage.”

I was a bit confused. I felt I should be angry. What did he mean by that? Why was it me who wouldn’t last? I could take care of myself.

Oh, I don’t know Chris. Maybe because Scott is freaking huge and in like a scary ‘roid rage.

Great, now I was talking to myself. I reminded myself to add that to my list of mental issues when I was eventually committed.

James grabbed my hand and even in the situation we were in, it sent shivers shooting all through me. He pulled me through the hallway to the opposite door, away from the courtyard, away from Scott.

We were so close to the parking lot. I could see Frenchy and the thin layer of frost that covered her hood. We could make a run for it.

I started to when James pulled me back. I opened my mouth to argue, but he merely pointed. Scott walked right past where Frenchy lay parked. He knew I would take her if I was going to go anywhere.

James motioned for me to be really quiet and follow him. I couldn’t even hear his footsteps as we maneuvered our way behind the buildings to wherever it was that James was leading me.

The bell rang, letting everyone out of class. People were running everywhere, trying to get to class and out of the cold. You couldn’t see anything through the crowd of people.

“Run!” James shouted above the noise. I sprinted after him as best I could, but he was really fast, almost disappearing before my eyes. I promised myself to start wearing sneakers more often. The run was difficult enough without me tripping over my boots.

He slowed, not much, but enough that he was back in view. I sped up as much as I could and we made our way to the opposite end of the parking lot.

We crouched down behind an old mini-van. “We will take my car. Yours is being…guarded,” he said. He was right. Every few minutes, we saw Scott pass by Frenchy, looking for me.

Please don’t let her be with him.

“Why wouldn’t he want me with you right now?” I asked, completely forgetting that normal people don’t hear the thoughts of others. Either way, I hoped that by catching him off guard, he would tell the truth.

If I did, he didn’t let it show. “He knows I will tell you who the girl is. I know of only one who would make him react this way,” he answered simply.

I started to open my mouth to ask more, but he cut me off. “I will tell you when we’re safe. See that black Mustang over there?” I followed his finger to the car which wasn’t that close to us, but it was far enough away from Scott. I don’t know how I had missed it before. It was new, looked like next year’s model, though there was no way, not a high school student, not that James acted like one.

“When I tell you to, run as fast as you can and get in. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be there before you know it,” he assured me.

He gave the count of three with his fingers and mouthed go. I took off running, hoping that Scott wouldn’t notice. I got to the door just as James unlocked it. I saw Scott turn to the sound of the unlocking door and begin to charge toward it. I got in and sat frozen in fear. He was going to get me and James was nowhere in sight.

“Ready?” James asked. I swear, two seconds ago he hadn’t been anywhere near the car.

“But you were just- How did you-” I stammered.

“I was right behind you Chris,” he replied.

He must’ve been. I just didn’t see him. It wouldn’t surprise me under the circumstances.

I quickly buckled my seat as James threw the car in reverse and out of the parking lot. He tore down the street, leaving Eau Clare High School in the rearview mirror. I tried to ignore the look of sadness on Scott’s face, but I couldn’t. It didn’t matter though, I was safe now.

Story summary

Chris Harper is just your average teenage girl. New friends, new school, new problems. And it doesn't help that she can hear voices in her head who seem to be the same as those who haunt her dreams. And now her dreams are becoming all the more real.

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I have been writing this book for quite some time. I constantly re-edit and add more. I expect it to be a lengthy book or series. If you would like to add your comments or opinions, I would greatly welcome them.

P.S. I have recieved comments from many that this is like Twilight or the Sookie Stackhouse novels. I have read both series and...

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